it dawned on me.
how susceptible we are.
the simplicity of destruction.
we're not like ants, we are ants.
though not endangered yet.
but put in jeopardy by a miswired mind or a selfish political agenda.
lost in an instant.
vulnerability.


i would say.
he looks nonchalant.
unaffected by influences of the world.
sometimes coming across cynical.
a flippantly-judged skeptic.
but never is he hypocritical.
doesnt see the need to be.
sensitive, intuitive, aware.
classic.
respect.


i'm sick of feeding my soul
see people who'll never know
just how purposeless and empty they've grown
because their language confuses
like computers refuse to
understand how i'm feeling today.

perfection at 3:34 PM